The first gun was leveled at us as soon as we crossed the border. It was 1986, and although the country was yet to be declared a failed state, Somalia was no backpackers’ paradise.

So much of our lives depends on choices of character, faith, and tradition made by people who happen to be nearby when we need them. This story tells what I learned about death, specifically my own.

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